Damn it’s cold out! If you’re going to take the dog out before seven, you need a hat and some mittens. Well, if you can time travel, and are planning to take the dog out before seven, then you need a hat and some mittens.
It is so cold I thought I’d be able to just snap my fingers right off. I wonder how the dog can stand it, but she seems to love it. She whines before we go out because I’m not moving fast enough for her tastes, and then she wants to sniff everything, pee on everything, and just generally run around like a wild woman while she’s out there.
Well, to each her own, I say.
It’s supposed to snow tomorrow and, if it does, I’ll try to get you some video of her running around in it, trying to catch all the flakes in her mouth.